This one is on my kindle, so I went to the view with the scrollbar, held the marker, did a swipe move, and let it go. It ended on page 185!
“Honestly… he’s boring. I know I kept saying it wasn’t about him being a prince… but that’s not true. If he’d just been any old hot guy, I probably would have lost interest after three weeks. Although he is a dynamite kisser, so maybe not.”
Today is 25/5, so I picked a teaser from page 255.
“Because, Bentley. Because you have the most unforgettable face on the planet, and not just because it’s in the news. Because you’re the single most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life, inside and out. Because you’d be friends with a guy who wears the same hoodie every day for a year. And a table full of homeless dudes. And a librarian with a stick up his butt.”
I used random.org, and (after a few bad tries that landed on a page with illustrations) it picked page 143!
I was eating cereal, enjoying the quiet, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I switched into Mac Attack mode, jumping, then spinning around to take down my intruder with a well-placed roundhouse kick. I quickly realized I was about to pummel Kyle.
I had my boyfriend pick a page, and he choose page 167.
But that night Miri had barely fallen asleep when she woke up sweating after a dream. Again of the redheaded twins: one was crying, the other sullen in the corner. IN the dark, her joke on the Storana seemed unnervingly real. The little linder house felt crowded with ghosts.
No singing came from the village that night. Only more tuneless whistling, like the call of some foreign bird.
I scrolled through my e-copy, and settled down what was, according to my kindle, page 149.
He looks at me, and it’s just our heartbeats and breathing and the gentle, rhythmic tapping of his shoe. Plus the stampede.
A side door opens. “Crowd’s all checked in,” a man in black security T-shirt says. “Should we open some doors before these girls bang them right down?”
I used random.org and it gave me the number 163. So page 163 it is!
It looks such a funny juxtaposition – this modern Scottish boy in an ancient castle on his brand-new phone – that I whip my camera out and snap a picture.
I pop them in my mouth and he’s right – they’re deliciously sweet, with only a hint of tang.